"Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art. " -Thomas Hardy Write-off #1: 1. Revenge: You’ll never see it come by So deadly and sudden to the eyes
Devious plans unknown to the victim 2. Cold: Winter wonderland, a feeling of one Strong wind passes through naked branches
hits the face, like a bunch of thorns 3. A Mother’s love:Something you can’t feel
Only you know from the inside
So strong and locked in.
Write off #2:Our focus this time will be on describing things through the SENSES. 1. Smell:Crisp, fresh, meaty aroma that fills the room up
sets me for heaven, my body shivers as if I hit the lucky 7. 2. Taste of Freedom: A taste where you can drown your fried chicken with hot sauce
without your mother running a marathon.
A taste where a frog can jump as high as it wants from pond to pond.
A taste where I can have that first bite of a double-stacker of greatness.
A taste where I can ride my bike on the street and leave it on the pavement.
A taste where I can just be a menace without Ms. Jackins calling my mother every 5 minutes. 3.
Feeling of water:It hits the skin blessing me so gracefully
evaporates in seconds, cleanse of oneself, so emotionally
Sonnets:What a flow The movement of my body flows calmly
With the sun bright and the cool breezy wind
The blood that runs through my veins so greatly
is safely secured underneath thick-skin
A sound of laughter my way is so dead
I look around to see dark figures that grin
Surrounds us with skies become dark as lead
fear of death in mind unknown misfortune
Towards me so heavily oh mighty god
devious eyes sharp teeth wrinkled pale face
appears to come closer my neck he gnawed
a bite so painful my blood starts to race
Transformation dark demon out of grave
the need of thick red blood is what I crave
Odes:I just love Bacon Waking up to the thought
Of the farmer's best product made
The smell that goes through the nostrils
Fantasizing that first crispy bite
As I walk towards to it, what a sound I hear
Sizzling on that hot pan,
A sound of bullets piercing through the skin
A feeling of warmth and satisfaction ready to be received
Ima child ready to open a gift on Christmas eve
Watching, waiting, wondering what
will become of this insanity of obsession
On how something so fattening
fills my heart with blessings
Memory poems: Day of knowing
Inhale the Sunday morning breeze, the day is a gift
His love is stronger than anyone else and I know it by faith
Words of one makes the soul reboost and feel alive
Death was coming my way until my eyes were open to the things unseen
Waves of hands are raised sky high until on toes
Heal my heart and make it clean The people sing
Multiple sounds of wonder and salvation
Joy that runs down my face, left behind a drowning ocean taste
Glorious be thy name, One way is through you, eternity I'm yours.
This poem is about her surroundings and visuals of nature and what she is living life for. Comparing the life that has yet to be lived to a liquor that hasn't been brewed. In the poem, the author mentions, "I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pear." This line from the poem means that she tastes a liquor that never existed, meaning the liquor symbolizes something else, nature. Then in the near future, you will get to experience that greatness in the liquor.
In her poem, in many of Dickinson's poem, she has an extreme ability of illustrating the very strenuous issue in simple imagery of nature. I think that the bird resembles herself and how she is cut off from society. In the poem, the poet states that " A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves, And ate the fellow, raw."(First Stanza) A bird commits the violent act of biting a worm in half and eating it raw and violence that was seen by another in nature.The poem follows a loose ABCB rhyme scheme.
I enjoy this poem a lot. My interpretation on this poem is that being a nobody is a good thing and you will then find someone who is a nobody like you and you won't be public and known to the world."Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise-you know!" Like being famous, everything you say or do, everyone knows. She likes to live a private life where nobody knows a lot about it and she like to live her life in general without others being on her case.
When writing poems, I am in the need to be inspired by my surroundings and get my thoughts in the process of writing a masterpiece that is meaningful to me and for it to be understood by others. Most of my poems that I write has been written about events that happened in my life or what I want in the near future, so when I read over it, I can remember it. And less of my poems are about random things, like hobbies, food, people, etc. I take risk in writing poems and as well as trying to avoid the urge of making lines sound too cliché. The poems I write follow an ABAB rhyme scheme. Starting as a young kid, I wrote poems that followed that scheme. For me writing a poem is to soothe the soul and to refresh one selves inner being.
"Poetry is emotion put into measure. The emotion must come by nature, but the measure can be acquired by art. " -Thomas Hardy
Write-off #1:
1. Revenge:
You’ll never see it come by So deadly and sudden to the eyes
Devious plans unknown to the victim
2. Cold:
Winter wonderland, a feeling of one Strong wind passes through naked branches
hits the face, like a bunch of thorns
3. A Mother’s love: Something you can’t feel
Only you know from the inside
So strong and locked in.
Write off #2:Our focus this time will be on describing things through the SENSES.
1. Smell: Crisp, fresh, meaty aroma that fills the room up
sets me for heaven, my body shivers as if I hit the lucky 7.
2. Taste of Freedom: A taste where you can drown your fried chicken with hot sauce
without your mother running a marathon.
A taste where a frog can jump as high as it wants from pond to pond.
A taste where I can have that first bite of a double-stacker of greatness.
A taste where I can ride my bike on the street and leave it on the pavement.
A taste where I can just be a menace without Ms. Jackins calling my mother every 5 minutes.
3.
Feeling of water: It hits the skin blessing me so gracefully
evaporates in seconds, cleanse of oneself, so emotionally
Sonnets:What a flow
The movement of my body flows calmly
With the sun bright and the cool breezy wind
The blood that runs through my veins so greatly
is safely secured underneath thick-skin
A sound of laughter my way is so dead
I look around to see dark figures that grin
Surrounds us with skies become dark as lead
fear of death in mind unknown misfortune
Towards me so heavily oh mighty god
devious eyes sharp teeth wrinkled pale face
appears to come closer my neck he gnawed
a bite so painful my blood starts to race
Transformation dark demon out of grave
the need of thick red blood is what I crave
Odes:I just love Bacon
Waking up to the thought
Of the farmer's best product made
The smell that goes through the nostrils
Fantasizing that first crispy bite
As I walk towards to it, what a sound I hear
Sizzling on that hot pan,
A sound of bullets piercing through the skin
A feeling of warmth and satisfaction ready to be received
Ima child ready to open a gift on Christmas eve
Watching, waiting, wondering what
will become of this insanity of obsession
On how something so fattening
fills my heart with blessings
Memory poems: Day of knowing
Inhale the Sunday morning breeze, the day is a gift
His love is stronger than anyone else and I know it by faith
Words of one makes the soul reboost and feel alive
Death was coming my way until my eyes were open to the things unseen
Waves of hands are raised sky high until on toes
Heal my heart and make it clean The people sing
Multiple sounds of wonder and salvation
Joy that runs down my face, left behind a drowning ocean taste
Glorious be thy name, One way is through you, eternity I'm yours.
Emily Dickinson
-I taste a liquor never brewed
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15389
This poem is about her surroundings and visuals of nature and what she is living life for. Comparing the life that has yet to be lived to a liquor that hasn't been brewed. In the poem, the author mentions, "I taste a liquor never brewed, From tankards scooped in pear." This line from the poem means that she tastes a liquor that never existed, meaning the liquor symbolizes something else, nature. Then in the near future, you will get to experience that greatness in the liquor.
-A Bird came down the Walk
http://poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/20949
In her poem, in many of Dickinson's poem, she has an extreme ability of illustrating the very strenuous issue in simple imagery of nature. I think that the bird resembles herself and how she is cut off from society. In the poem, the poet states that " A bird came down the walk: He did not know I saw; He bit an angle-worm in halves, And ate the fellow, raw."(First Stanza) A bird commits the violent act of biting a worm in half and eating it raw and violence that was seen by another in nature.The poem follows a loose ABCB rhyme scheme.
- I'm Nobody! Who are you?
http://www.poets.org/viewmedia.php/prmMID/15392
I enjoy this poem a lot. My interpretation on this poem is that being a nobody is a good thing and you will then find someone who is a nobody like you and you won't be public and known to the world."Then there's a pair of us? Don't tell! they'd advertise-you know!" Like being famous, everything you say or do, everyone knows. She likes to live a private life where nobody knows a lot about it and she like to live her life in general without others being on her case.
When writing poems, I am in the need to be inspired by my surroundings and get my thoughts in the process of writing a masterpiece that is meaningful to me and for it to be understood by others. Most of my poems that I write has been written about events that happened in my life or what I want in the near future, so when I read over it, I can remember it. And less of my poems are about random things, like hobbies, food, people, etc. I take risk in writing poems and as well as trying to avoid the urge of making lines sound too cliché. The poems I write follow an ABAB rhyme scheme. Starting as a young kid, I wrote poems that followed that scheme. For me writing a poem is to soothe the soul and to refresh one selves inner being.